@GalaxyGuide Thank you, sorry for the late reply I have been up working on job applications so my weekend has been a mixture of things, like a lot of other people over the weekend. For each person it can mean many different things, some happy, some sad, some remembering family and friends, past and present.
I know of friends who went and did the traditional thing of going to the dawn service, and paying their respects, then off to the pub for a beer and two-up, very much a tradition for a lot of people. She was a previous serving member in the Army.
Another friend, her dad was a veteran and they always went and marched on Anzac Day, unfortunately her dad passed only a few months ago so, it brought back a lot of emotions for her but she went and posted a tribute to him.
My husband always goes to the dawn service and pays his respects for his dad who serviced, and his memories of living of him as a child and other children who also had parents were also serving.
My son's father is a serving member and would be dressed in his dress uniform and at the dawn service as always, sometimes having a more active role on the day like having to speak, standing guard and marching. My son has been to quite a few dawn services with his dad over the years.
For him its a very mixtured emotional day, he is old enough to remember lots of things about his childhood other kids didn't have to experience with their parents, them being away on deployments and missing important days, experiences etc, yet growing up with his military friends and his back at home friends.
For me on a person level, it brings up an array of emotions, family generations who served and came home, not much older than my own son is now, those who never came home, but I have the family stories, research, photographs and medals.
Also being the animal lover that I am, the number of forgotten animals and the different types who were a part of the the war effort who never came home. Also all the things I learnt from school about modern history, visits to the war memorial in Canberra as a school excursion, seeing flowers at numerous war memorials around the surrounding local areas and towns in our health district, the fly over of the military jets, firing of the canon at the local fort in our region.
Watching of diggers, young and old, sometimes with the next generation marching in the streets and the people who turn out to acknowledge and pay their own personal respects by clapping and cheering